​light shifts with a page turn
there: summer & now we are here
shorter days - longer shadows
searching for things that hang on
soon it will be gold leaves
now: whatever is within reach
our hearts are blown glass
hanging from taunt strings

xo

August 2021

Several weeks ago I witnessed largeness 
me a shadow of self miles from home 
if such a place exists I don't know it
 here or soon or a thing from before

I remember my mother-in-law as one
who smelled of raspberries & radishes
& the earth she plucked them from
dark soil on the knees of her denim capris

her lip-smack as she took the first taste
her smile when something was gone
emptied: the satisfaction she shared
her gingham blouse thread worn & clean

contentment she wore like a precious jewel
a sit on the front porch in the wicker rocker
the boards under her feet smooth and shiny
like her and what she left behind

xo

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